These are the poems, writings and musings of Michael R. Martin. Here you will find recent writings, and poems dragged up from many years ago. Cedar Eden refers to the name of my Adirondack Homestead.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Snow, Predawn
The town, draped in white; So quiet and still You can hear the sound of snow falling
No traffic on the road Or tiniest breeze; Not even a predawn chorus of birds calling
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